"Verdant, Nila, Blackthorn, look for him with everything that you have," Oliver said in alarm. "He really will disappear on us."
He was somehow certain of that, as he gave the order. Any normal creature, even amongst the crowd, Ingolsol would at least have been able to have a slight sense for him. This creature, however, was completely void of anything.
"Find him," Nila told her dogs, quickly releasing all three ropes.
The hounds dashed forward together. Verdant stepped off to the side to make way for them, but his eyes never once blinked for a second. He knew how much Oliver trusted in his vision, and he went the furthest distance he could in making sure he made the fullest use of it.
Lady Blackthorn dashed forward, following the same path as her father, figuring that she would be of better use if she were closer to one of the tents, rather than all of them. She didn't have as much faith in her vision as the others did, but she had faith in her sword, and her ability to react.
